Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.